Plant our wishes
Sep. 15th, 2012 02:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceitfiannaI finished my second week and have a long weekend. This morning I looked at places to live and I could see myself living in three of the places I saw. As I was looking, I kept thinking about how my mother told me she knew the house I grew up in was the right one. What she did was she was able to see all of her stuff in it. I had that feeling in a few of these places and it makes me so hopeful. Though I also realized that I'm probably going to need to buy more furniture as even the small spaces have more space than what I had in Ann Arbor. Today and this weekend is all for stretching and planning as my hostess is off for the long weekend, so I have the house all to myself. Currently I'm in Birmingham and looking around for a new ring as I think its the end of the road for my amber flower ring. After I'm done in Starbucks, I'll probably head back and try to figure out what to do for dinner.
This week went better than last week, it had some bumps in it but over all I feel like this is where I fit. I'm getting used to the school schedule and the kids. Yesterday some boys had some trouble but I was able to help them get space. Then another teacher who knows the situation was able to take over. That's what prompted the tweet about kids living life so intensely, they went from having fun together to crying. It hurt to see but they're in good hands and I do feel like I fit.
I also got paid for the first time yesterday, two paychecks and I feel like I've gained another measure of adulthood. Its rather more money than I've had and I earned it. I mean I've supported myself and lived on my own, but this is an actual salary. It means in the future, I can plan trips and doing more.
Yesterday there was also the return of TwitterFicFriday, which I've missed. I ended up writing a number of stories and put up a big multipup EP over in the sandboxes as this weekend is about relaxing and creating. I'm hoping to head to the school on Monday and sort out some of the huge amount of stuff in the back room.
For @thisisyourfault
Jane and Red Pollard, oppression
You ever get tired of runnin' in your same circles, let me know, Jane." "They are where I belong and I know my tricks, sir."
Tumnus and Marian, melody
His panpipe complemented her voice as she sang of May beside a melody of Aslan's return. A lion's roar hid within the notes.
Dean Winchester and Moist, "who what now?"
"Your world's flat, you sell fat and treacle mines. Knew you were a liar but that's just impressive, anyone ever believe it?
For @miz_missy
William, Harvest
The harvest after the war was good but gathering it wasn't worth it. His Pa and Mark were both in pain and his Ma worried at them.
For @wanderlustlover
Will: dream beyond sorrow
When he's deep and high in Sherwood, where green wraps around him and there's nothing but leaves, he believes in tomorrows.
J&C: in a place where no shadows fall
Its not death, not truly, its beyond and within. Tears burn away and they stand together far from their loves with only now.
Sameth: Try Try Again
His first knife was soft, his first sword was brittle, in court he said the wrong things, but he made a coin light as air.
Tumnus: tea and sympathy
Tea was a ritual, with his father, it was when he learned to have hope before it was lost. At the Beavers, he wasn't alone.
For @minkhollow42
Charles, endless wonder
Erik never quite understood that to feel was to live. The pain that makes him gasp or the joy which ripples through the world.
Jane, perceived limits
In Milliways, they told her of what she could do, that she could change the world. She knew that her power lay in her novels.
Moist, that backfired beautifully.
He was the hero, that was unexpected. He had prepared for it, just in case, but this was fantastic to see and feel the profit.
This week went better than last week, it had some bumps in it but over all I feel like this is where I fit. I'm getting used to the school schedule and the kids. Yesterday some boys had some trouble but I was able to help them get space. Then another teacher who knows the situation was able to take over. That's what prompted the tweet about kids living life so intensely, they went from having fun together to crying. It hurt to see but they're in good hands and I do feel like I fit.
I also got paid for the first time yesterday, two paychecks and I feel like I've gained another measure of adulthood. Its rather more money than I've had and I earned it. I mean I've supported myself and lived on my own, but this is an actual salary. It means in the future, I can plan trips and doing more.
Yesterday there was also the return of TwitterFicFriday, which I've missed. I ended up writing a number of stories and put up a big multipup EP over in the sandboxes as this weekend is about relaxing and creating. I'm hoping to head to the school on Monday and sort out some of the huge amount of stuff in the back room.
For @thisisyourfault
Jane and Red Pollard, oppression
You ever get tired of runnin' in your same circles, let me know, Jane." "They are where I belong and I know my tricks, sir."
Tumnus and Marian, melody
His panpipe complemented her voice as she sang of May beside a melody of Aslan's return. A lion's roar hid within the notes.
Dean Winchester and Moist, "who what now?"
"Your world's flat, you sell fat and treacle mines. Knew you were a liar but that's just impressive, anyone ever believe it?
For @miz_missy
William, Harvest
The harvest after the war was good but gathering it wasn't worth it. His Pa and Mark were both in pain and his Ma worried at them.
For @wanderlustlover
Will: dream beyond sorrow
When he's deep and high in Sherwood, where green wraps around him and there's nothing but leaves, he believes in tomorrows.
J&C: in a place where no shadows fall
Its not death, not truly, its beyond and within. Tears burn away and they stand together far from their loves with only now.
Sameth: Try Try Again
His first knife was soft, his first sword was brittle, in court he said the wrong things, but he made a coin light as air.
Tumnus: tea and sympathy
Tea was a ritual, with his father, it was when he learned to have hope before it was lost. At the Beavers, he wasn't alone.
For @minkhollow42
Charles, endless wonder
Erik never quite understood that to feel was to live. The pain that makes him gasp or the joy which ripples through the world.
Jane, perceived limits
In Milliways, they told her of what she could do, that she could change the world. She knew that her power lay in her novels.
Moist, that backfired beautifully.
He was the hero, that was unexpected. He had prepared for it, just in case, but this was fantastic to see and feel the profit.
